Years ago I took care of older women. I felt young around them and was glad that I could be of service to them. There was always an older woman in my life who needed help on a walker, straightening up their place, rides to doctor appointments, having their mail read and checks written while a glaucoma film over an eye matured for surgery, or food shopping was needed.
After I had some major realizations about my relationship with my mother, those older women were no longer on my doorstep.
Jyoti
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